The Young Alaskans on the Trail Part 19

"I feel as if we were almost home now," said Jesse. "We must have come an awfully long way."

Alex shook his head. "We're a long way from home yet," said he. "When the Klondike rushes were on some men got up as far north as this place, and scattered everywhere, hoping they could get through somehow to the Yukon--none of them knew just how. But few of them ever got up this river beyond Hudson's Hope, or even Fort St. John, far east of there. Some turned back and went down the Mackenzie, others took the back trail from Peace River landing. A good many just disappeared. I have talked with some who turned back from the mountains here, and they all said they didn't think the whole world was as big as it seemed by the time they got here! And they came from the East, where home seems close to you!"

"Well," said Rob, "as it's probably pretty rough below here, and good grizzly country, why not stop here and make that little hunt we were talking about?"

"All right," said Alex; "I suppose this is as good a game country as any. We ought to get a moose, even if we don't see any bear. In the old times there used to be plenty of buffalo this far to the west in the mountains. What do you say, Moise--shall we make a hunting camp here?"

"We'll been got no meat pretty quick bimeby," said Moise. "Maybe so."

They were encamped here on a narrow beach, which, however, sheered up high enough to offer them security against any rise in the stream.

They were careful to pull up the boats high and dry, and to secure them in case of any freshet. Used as they were by this time to camp life, it now took them but a few minutes to complete their simple operations in making any camp. As all the boys had taken a turn at paddling this day, and as the exciting scenes of the past few days had been of themselves somewhat wearying, they were glad enough to get a long night's sleep.

Before Rob, the leader of the younger members of the party, had rolled up in his blankets Alex came to him and asked him whether he really cared to finish running the river, provided they could get out overland.

"Surely we do," said Rob at once. "We'll go on through, as far as we can, at least, by boat. We don't want to be modern and ride along on horseback until we have to. Mackenzie didn't and Fraser didn't! Nor do we want to go to any trading-post for supplies. We can get b.u.t.ter and eggs in the States if we want to, but we're _hunters_! You show us a grizzly to-morrow, Alex, that's all!"

"All right," said Alex, smiling. "Maybe we can."

XVI

THE GRIZZLY HUNT

"Why, Alex, this land along the bayou here looks like a cattle-yard!"

exclaimed Rob as early the next morning they paused to examine a piece of the moist ground which they had observed much cut up with tracks of big game.

There were four in party now, Moise alone having remained to keep the camp. For an hour or more now they had pa.s.sed back toward the hills, examining the damp ground around the edges of the willow flats and alder thickets. From time to time they had seen tracks of bears, some large and some small, but at this particular point the sign was so unmistakable that all had paused.

"I don't know that I ever saw more sign on one piece of ground,"

admitted Alex. He spoke in a low tone of voice and motioned for the others to be very quiet. "The trouble is, they seem to be feeding at night and working back toward the hills in the daytime. On this country here there have been six black bears and two grizzlies."

"Yes, and here's that big track again," said Rob. "He sinks in the mud deep as an ox, and has a hind foot as long as my rifle-stock."

"Six or eight hundred pounds, maybe," said Alex. "He's a good one. The other one isn't so big. They fed here last night, and seem to be working up this little valley toward the hills again. If we had plenty of time I'd be in favor of waiting here until evening, for this seems to be a regular stamping-ground for bear. What do you think, Mr. Rob?"

"Well," said Rob, "I know it usually isn't much worth while to follow a bear, but maybe it wouldn't do any harm in here to work on after this one a little way, because there doesn't seem to be any hunting in here, and maybe the bears aren't badly scared."

"Very well, that's what I think, too," said Alex; "but if this trail gets very much fresher I think it is just as well for all of us to keep out of the thicket and take to the open. Maybe we can find higher ground on ahead."

They pa.s.sed on up, making cross-cuts on the trail and circling now and again through the willow flats as they advanced. Once in a while Alex would have to search a little before he could pick up the trail, but always somewhere among the willows he would find the great footprint of the big bear. Often he showed the boys where the willows had been broken down by the bear in its feeding, and at some places it left a path as though a cyclone had gone through.

Having established it in his mind that the bear was steadily advancing deeper back into the valley they were following, Alex at last left the willow flats and made for the side of the depression down which a little stream was coming, striking into the hills at the place where the valley finally narrowed to a deep coulee. Here they advanced slowly and cautiously, taking care to be on the side where the wind would favor them most, and once in a while Alex still dropped down to the foot of the coulee in search of sign or feeding-ground. As they advanced, however, the course of the stream became more definite and the moist ground not so large in extent, so that it became more difficult to trail any animal on the drier ground. A mile farther on, none the less, in a little muddy place, they found the track of the giant bear, still ahead of them. It had sunk eight inches or more into the soft earth, and a little film of muddy water still was trickling into the bottom of the track, while at its rim little particles of mud still hung loose and ragged.

Alex's eyes now gleamed with eagerness, for he saw that the bear was but a little distance ahead. He examined closely the country about to see whether the big grizzly was alone, and to his relief found no sign of the smaller bear.

"I'm not afraid of them both," said he, in a low whisper to Rob, "but sometimes it's easier to get up to one bear than it is to two, and I notice it's nearly always the small one that gives the alarm."

The big grizzly, however, still was traveling steadily at times. They could not locate him in this thicket, and, indeed, a little farther on found where, apparently but a few moments earlier, he had left this coulee and crossed a little ridge, apparently intending to change his course entirely. This was disappointing, but Alex whispered to the young hunters not to be disturbed, for that possibly the bear might lie up or go to feeding in some other ravine not far on ahead.

"You'd better wait here, I think," said he at last, as they approached the top of a little ridge, where evidently another coulee came down.

He began slowly to climb toward the top, from which he could get a view of the other side. Almost as soon as he raised his head above the summit he pulled it back again. Quickly he dropped down to where the others stood.

"Is he there?" asked Rob, eagerly.

Alex nodded. He looked at the faces of all the boys. Not one of them was pale, and every one seemed only eager to go ahead. Slowly standing and watching them for a time, at length the old hunter turned, silently motioning them to follow him.

What Alex had seen when he peered over the top of the ridge was nothing else than the big bear feeding in the bushes which lay some sixty yards ahead and below, where the ground was moister. When at length the boys, however, reached the same place and gazed over eagerly they saw nothing at all at first.

Rob turned to whisper a question to Alex, but even as he did so he felt John clutch him by the arm. Then as they all looked on ahead they saw the great bear rise once more on his hind legs high above the bushes. He was so close they could see his blocky head, his square nose, and even his little piggish eyes. Slowly the grizzly turned a little bit from side to side, nodding his head and whining a little all to himself, as he started once more to reach out and break down the tops of the bushes toward him in his great arms.

It was at that instant that the rifle of Alex rang out, and he called to the others hurriedly, "Shoot! Shoot!"

He needed not to give such counsel, for every boy there had almost at the same instant fired at the giant grizzly which stood below them. He fell with a great roar, and began to thresh about in the bushes. No sight of him for a moment could be obtained. All four now sprang erect, waiting eagerly for the crippled game to break cover. John and Rob even started down the slope, until Alex called out to them peremptorily to come back. As a matter of fact, three of the four bullets had struck the bear and he was already hurt mortally, but this could not be determined, and Alex knew too much to go into the cover after a wounded grizzly.

[Ill.u.s.tration: THE BEAR BROKE COVER WITH A SAVAGE ROAR]

The bear itself heard them shouting, and, having located the presence of an enemy, now broke cover with a savage roar, limping as best he could in a vain endeavor to get up the slope and to attack his enemies. But again and again the rifles spoke, and an instant later the great bear dropped down and rolled limp at the bottom of the slope, almost back into the bushes from which he had come.

"He's dead now, all right!" said Alex, even as he held out his hand to restrain his young companions once more from rus.h.i.+ng in on their game.

"Some one hit him in the head that last time. I'm thinking the hide won't be good for much, for he must be shot full of holes by now!"

Such indeed proved to be the case. The high-power rifles, fired at close range, with hands excited yet none the less fairly accurate, had done their work in such fas.h.i.+on as might have finished three or four bears instead of one even as large as this one proved to be.

Alex turned once more to note the conduct of his young friends as they gathered at the side of the dead bear. He smiled a little bit grimly.

Whereas their faces had lately been flushed and eager, they now were just a little pale, and he saw that they all were disposed to tremble as they stood.

"We're well out of that," said he, quietly. "That's bad as the Parle Pas. Of course the odds were in our favor, but with a bear of this size any man or any party is well out of it when they get him down.

But here's your grizzly, young gentlemen."

"My, isn't he a whale!" said Jesse. "There's plenty of meat, I should think."

"Yes, we've killed him," said Alex, "but what good is he to us?

Grizzlies aren't good to eat, even when they are feeding on berries, as this one is."

"Never mind," said Rob; "this is a pretty good robe, I want to tell you, even if it is only in August. It is finer and closer than our Alaska bears; see how white on the shoulders and face. I believe he's about as ugly a customer, too, as most of our big Alaska bears, that live on fish."

"Yes," said Alex, "he's what you call a bald-face, and whether there's any truth in it or not, Injuns always say that these white-faced bears are the most savage. Look at his claws--they're white too. All of them perfect, however, which shows that he hasn't been digging among the rocks very much, but has been feeding in low country for quite a while. I suppose Moise would call this bear his cousin, and I doubt if he'd want to help skin him. But that's what we've got to do now, and it's no easy job either."

"We'll all help," said Rob.

"Well, you'd better go and help by finding some sort of rock for a whetstone," said Alex, "for I see I have left my file down in camp.

There's nothing in the world takes the edge off the best steel like skinning a big bear--the hide is like sandpaper inside."

"Here's something," said Jesse, picking up a flat stone, "and maybe we can sharpen the knives on it."